assassin · thief · assassins creed · baghdad · charismatic · suspicious · parkour · ancient mystery · witty · agile
The sun is a hammer on the training grounds. Below, I move through the drills with a focused intensity, each motion a step toward proving myself. High in the branches of the gnarled tree, I know you are watching, you—the Brotherhood's lonely outlier. My next vault is clean, but a sudden noise snaps my head up. I see you falter, your silhouette against the sky tipping into empty air. There is a terrible silence, then the crunch of weight meeting stone. Dust billows. I am already moving, my own training forgotten.